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DELAWARE VALLEY COLLEGE OF SCIENCE AND AGRICULTURE
DOYLESTOWN, PENNSYLVANIA 18901
GLENN SHARKO — Editor
BILL PURCELL — Assistant Editor
Oskar H. Larson
Dr. Joshua Feldstein
Dr. Richard Ziemer
INDEX TO ARTWORK AND PHOTOGRAPHS
Cover Glenn Sharko
5 Diane DeVore
7 Tom Richardson
8 Sue Morton
9 Glenn Sharko
10 Bill Purcell
12 Helene Fitting
14 Glenn Sharko
16 Sue Morton
19 Bill Purcell
23 Jill Crisan
24 Michael Ridge
Back Cover Jill Crisan
THE GLEANER is published during the scholastic year by the students
of Delaware Valley College of Science and Agriculture of Doylestown,
Penna. THE GLEANER is a student publication, and the opinions ex-
pressed within are not necessarily those of THE GLEANER staff or
administration. Neither the college nor staff will assume responsibility
for plagiarism unknowingly occurring within.
This year's Gleaner is
dedicated to those
who have served
the College for
25 years or more.
Dr. Joshua Feldstein
Frederic S. Blau
Jean H. Work
Dr. Jesse Elson
Dr. Peter Click
Oskar H. Larson
Lionel M. Adelson
In the form of a letter a deep friendship came to be
Expressing our true, open feelings made everything plain to see.
The honesty and happiness that is shared over the miles
Can help relieve depressing thoughts and change deep
frowns to smiles.
Seeing the envelope all white and crisp and neat
Relieves the miserable lonely pains, and wipes away defeat.
Though the distance may be far, we'll always remain good friends,
As long as the words are written our friendship will never end.
Feel the tingle, see the sparks
Touch the electricity in the dark.
Smell the odor in the air
That makes me realize that you're always there
Feel the attraction like a magnetic force
Pulling us together from an unknown source.
Spiritual unity makes us two in one,
Stay with me forever, until my life is done.
Oh, that August has come to me!
And I, not ready, or not aware
of its arrival,
have been detained in months ago
which have yet to become a part of my past.
I have found out that some
Friendships are worse than
any kind of war.
You both start out like buds
on a Flower, but soon
time lapses, moods change
And then the buds open
with thorns emerging on
Looking into the pool I see reflections of
days gone by -
I was young, and could not possibly die.
The face in the water is wrinkled by the
dropping of a stone,
And long ago memories chill me to the bone.
The twisting ripples bring back sweet memories
Of you and I laying beneath silent trees;
And for a moment we are there - in a
reflection of time,
Never to be lost in the ultimate sunshine.
There are no wrinkles on my unfledged face,
Yet you are wiping tears from my eyes with
your dress of lace.
The longer I gaze at us the more the tears
And seeing your dress I realize that tears,
like blood, do strain.
On Last Looking Into "The Odyssey'
Much have I struggled through long parts,
And many strange creatures seen;
Across many lands have I been
With inhabitants wise in black arts.
Continue on, only those with stout hearts.
The conclusion — pure, serene
The return of the owner to his demesne,
Never again will be said, "He departs."
Finished, free as a bird in blue skies.
Without worries for correct translations,
And more small print for bloodshot eyes,
But, others must pass through these locations.
As for me, I bid sweet bye-byes,
"Farewell, ye ancient civilizations!"
I'm tired of being put down
I'm almost ready to quit
I'm sick of changing my everyday ways
To make myself seem to fit.
If people can't accept me,
It they can't conform,
Why should I change my lifestyle
Only to make me warm.
It isn't worth the hassle
It isn't worth the distress
Because the people I want to
Never seem impressed.
They never recognize me
They never glance my way
I'm tired of being "a nothing"
Is what I'm trying to say.
I want to be somebody
I want my name to be known
But there is no simple solution
And I often end up alone.
Sometimes I am lonely
Sometimes I'm afraid
But no matter the circumstances
My smile will never fade.
This child on my knee,
does she know of the inspiration she
gives to me?
Within her face radiates the innocence and
unknowing curiosity so difficult to find
in a world of monotonous and side glancing faces
This child on my knee
does she know of the faith she gives to me?
Her impish grin and chunkling laugh,
give confidence to me at last,
to venture out in a world of carbon
copies without becoming a duplicate myself.
This child on my knee
She knows of these things she gives to me,
but questions me not, for love is free
and the same thing goes for you and me.
I'm the Gypsy Queen
What does it mean?
I'm the Gypsy Queen
I'll tell you what I mean;
Look into my eyes and see the moon,
In my smile shines the sun,
There's healing in my touch,
Power in my presence.
I'm the Gypsy Queen
What does it mean?
I'm a King
I'm a Queen
I'll make you
or I'll break you
But I'm the Gypsy Queen,
Tell me, What does it mean?
He faces the world with a stick in his hand
He looks, but doesn't see, when he walks on the land.
He hears and he listens, he touches and smells
Living a life in darkness must come close to hell.
The times that he worries about where to go next
For matters such as these, he can't consult a text.
People tend to avoid and ignore him because of his handicap
His lack of ability to see things as they are often creates a gap.
A gap in the way his life is scheduled and run
Because of a reason, beyond his control, he'll never see the sun.
Don't pity him, because he'll resent your sympathy
After all, he isn't dumb, it's just that he can't see.
I gathered stars for one night stands,
ready to search, ready for love.
Only to lose my dignity for a body next to mine.
Why did I not see the Stardust in your eyes in
the reflection of my dreams?
No one hears my cry of despair
Or maybe they hear it but they just don't care.
They're all wrapped up in problems of their own
Now there's no warmth, I'm chilled to the bone.
The coldness has nothing to do with the weather
My mind goes wandering and becomes light as a feather.
Friends ask "what's wrong" but it's only polite
Hopefully happiness will come into sight.
I have learned to accept my unwelcome fate
But I need someone to help me before it's too late.
A Living Death
Alone in the world,
And nobody on your side;
Your life continues,
But, in essence, you died.
There is no one to talk to;
There is no one to care for,
You walk "through" life,
For you enter no doors.
Agony and suffering —
Deep, sharp pains in one's heart-
Show no signs
To diminish, cease, or part.
Your feelings are gone;
And there's nothing to share;
Death approaches faster,
But you no longer care.
Maybe "that's" a life;
A new chance to "live",
Hoping this time,
You can receive, share and give.
Passing Through Life
With conception at birth, born is a man;
A new being created, inherent is a given plan.
As he enters this world through the light that beams,
He carries with him his hopes and dreams.
Enclosed is contained his wisdom and knowledge,
The source of strength leading him from elementary school
Although he pursues a directed mission,
He is given a mind, the ability in making decisions.
In his life he encounters joy and despair,
But still ahead lies his most tragic fear.
For death is the end of living,
And to all his fellow men, the termination of
sharing, caring, and giving.
His life has terminated, for he has no control;
Death, the end mark of living, is the signal indicating
the accomplishment of his goal.
Although his physical existence did indeed depart,
His spirit and memories do undoubtably live on
in one's heart.
His life is remembered for all the good things he achieved,
And now to continue mankind new life must be conceived.
I am for the taming, wild by nature, craving the trainer's hand.
Globbing on paint of many different colors
Making scenes of nature and maybe one or two others
Working with clay, with crayons, and with chalk.
Sketching a scene comes as natural to you as spotting
prey comes to a hawk.
It takes inborn talent and the ability to create
Developing this ability can open many a gate.
People come from miles around to admire your works of art
The beauty brought out from inside you is from your
mind and from your heart.
May time bring success and happiness along your way
Remember that dribbling and daubing can bring out what
you want to say.
People are like mirrors;
They only reflect what they
want others to see.
To A Child
Don't be like they want you to be,
You'd grow too perfectly to live a life
by missing out on pains and strife.
Experience your surrounding and question its being.
That's the only way to truly learn,
so cast away the molds they've set,
and maybe, just maybe, you'll get there yet.
Facing the realities which encompass my world
Watching how dreams are often unfurled.
Racing from fears and trembling lies
Seeing how much my life really buys.
Trying to struggle and to make the world mine
Discovering happiness and sadness while standing in line.
Waiting for opportunities to pass my way
Reaching out to grab them, before they slip away.
Flying above my center of existence,
beyond the realization, the rationalization
of my own minuteness
to a space, a place
Hey you! How about an egg souffle
With red eyes and breathing fire
From its long green teeth,
Puncturing swiftly the burning flames
And choking smoke, and quoting
Nietzsche with a lisp in every word
Dripping hatred into antique urns.
Sitting on a rock,
Wondering where she's at,
But the rock was cold
And I needed warmth.
So I got off the rock and
Walked down through the meadow,
And she moved through the grass
Like a butterfly in flight,
Away from me, always away from me
I caught her down by the
Sea, waiting for me,
To let me have her for a moment
Before she dashed out with the
Tide, leaving me confused
Every night thereafter,
The tide would leave her at
The waters edge, and we'd
Hold each other as the waves
Broke around our legs,
Till the morning tide
Pulled her back out,
Leaving me lost and alone,
Wondering how much of our
Love goes out every night
With the tide,
Leaving me alone, always alone
I'm getting myself together,
It might take some time,
But it is worth it,
Maybe I'm different,
I say eccentric,
But neither wrong nor right
I'll flow along
taking my time.
My life starts on today
and ends on forever.
Come with me, my love,
Share and experience with me
And love me if it is to be
And also forever.
The one essential
Of an existential
is me, myself and I.
Yet the unity of these entities
Which some of them deny.
For essences and isms
Are paradoxical chasms
O'er which no spans exist.
"Mind for Idealism
And matter for Realism
Offer no solution,"
Says I's philosophical pollution,
"of what me's mind has wrought.
If isms flourish
Only to wax and vanish,
When will we see the quietism
Dr. Richard Ziemer
Looking into your eyes,
I wanted to say I love you
But the words seem
So cheap for I have
Said them to another
When I wasn't sure,
And I never should have
Let my lips form those words
But they did.
Once again I'm not
Sure so I'll wait
To prevent pain by
Saying those words cheaply,
But I think I love you.
A Dreaming Reality or A Subconscious Gift
Transcending the animals of every kind,
Is man, containing the vital component, the mind.
His high complexity and integration,
Bridge the thought process from reality to imagination.
And it is in man's imagination where the diversity of his
thoughts and feelings are most immense,
And everything he hopes to achieve - his aspirations - are
It is in the deep portion of the subconscious where man
escapes the world of reality,
And unawareably, augmented is the credibility of these dreams
and diminished are these fallacies.
Subjects are varied in the process of dreaming,
Covered is a wide range, from rewarding to redeeming.
In the dreams of rewarding, one perceives nothing less,
Than the attainment of accomplsihment, happiness, or success.
In the dreams of redeeming, one may experience pain,
agony or defeat;
But with profound interpretations, it will be with goodness
that he will meet.
Dreams are a necessity of life; for through them people
are significantly relieved or helped;
And when they exhibit that gifted sensation, a destiny,
in essence, is reached, or more intimately felt.
If you have to
Ask for your
back. . .
You lost your
Pride in the
If things had always
come easy for me then,
I wouldn't appreciate the
good things I have now.
I sat there working by myself
intent on getting the problem done
and to get out of there
While everyone else worked in groups,
helping each other, talking,
The faster I tried to finish the problem
the louder the noise grew in the room
It slowly closed in on me,
I was cornered with my back
against the wall,
I was isolated and all alone,
And then they came at me,
their eyes stabbing my mind
until it was a race between my
pen and their voices.
As I was about to crack
I filled in the last blank,
picked up my books
and left; leaving the roar behind
I entered the quiet hallway
and shut the door.
The loneliness will have no place to hide if we give it no room to cry.
I've waited all this
time to be me.
And yet, when I speak
For myself no one listens
Then, if I follow others,
I'm only someone's stepping stone.
Therefore, I've chosen
to be my own company.
When I saw myself clearly in the mist, I then understood
the complexity of my own individuality.
CHRISTMAS ON THE ISTHMUS
"Twas the night before Christmas
In this tropical land,
Not a thing was stirring
Excepting our fan.
The Canal was all silent
Folks shared the same fear
Without any snow
How could Santa get here?
Then out at the pier
There arose such a clatter,
We rushed to our porch
To see what was the matter.
From his Gig to the seawall
Santa leaped with a bound,
Then sprang to our rooftop
And stood looking around.
Then he said with a chuckle:
"Byjumpin' yimminy. . . .
First they don't have the snow
Now - they don't have a chimney!
Inside of a twinkling.
With steps light and sure
He swung from the rooftop
And entered our door.
Our stockings we'd hung
By the window with care,
Scarcely hoping Saint Nicholas
Would ever look there.
But he found them O.K.
And went to work with a grin
The lack of a fireplace
Couldn't stop him!
He pushed back his cap,
Ran a hand through his hair,
Then left presents galore
In a big bamboo chair.
He mopped his wet brow
And sighed with great patience,
As he jokingly mumbled,
"What a place to be stationed!'
Each home he visited
With the very same vim,
And when he had finsihed
He went for a swim.
Then he boarded his Gig,
And we all heard him say,
"It's not a white Christmas,
But I made it O.K."
And we heard him exclaim,
As he sailed out of sight —
"Merry Christmas to all
And to all a good night!"
Just last night while traveling across our
galaxy of stars
I came across a friend in disguise — halfway
between Venus and Mars.
Her face was new, but fier body was old;
And she was lost in a moment of time, or
so I was told.
It seems she once had a lover who pierced
Then turned and left with his «£$ conquest,
still broker apart.
"What a sad story," I said depressingly.
But then what did I care — for I had
A Pictural History of the National Farm School
National Farm College, Delaware Valley College
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In the year 1927, Abraham Rellis enrolled in The National
Farm School. He entered a world which is completely different
from the one we encounter today. In the 1920's the college was
a three year farm school with classes eleven months a year.
One would attend classes for six weeks, then work for six
weeks in the fields or on the farms. The only available tractors
were those with steel tires, so the school maintained fifty
horses which the students used to plow the fields. The products
of their labor were served to them at meal time but as always
the students complained about the food.
In 1930 there were 120 students who attended the college;
most of them came from New York City or Philadelphia. For
entertainment the school would sponsor dances and the girls
who attended were from the Jewish hospital in Philadelphia. At
this time there was an animosity between Doylestown and the
During the 1920's hazing was allowed and the Freshmen
were required to wear beanies and were called "mutts". If the
seniors became displeased with their behavior they would most
likely throw the freshman in the manure pit.
Times have changed since then. Gone is the undefeated
football team of 1930. There are no longer restricted areas for
smoking cigarettes and dorms do not enforce study periods.
The school administration was much more strict then and the
students were calmer but as Mr. Rellis said "We didn't know
the things you know now."
Working Teams Starting
Historic "Home Place"
I was asked by the Editor of the Gleaner to write a very brief
article concerning the life at The National Farm School. It is my
pleasure to recall an era which was the beginning of my happy
forty year association with the College.
I enrolled at The National Farm School on April 1, 1939.
The school was all-male and very unique in its methods and
philosophy of education.
The entire school community consisted of approximately
180 students and thirty members of the Faculty and Staff. The
School operated 1,200 acres of farm land. Most of the present
Dairy and Animal Husbandry facilities were in existence in
1939. In addition, the School maintained cattle at the Fox Farm
and at Number 4 and Number 7 Farms. The Poultry Depart-
ment operated three houses and produced all the necessary
eggs, chickens and turkeys for home consumption and for sale.
The General Agriculture Department farmed 600 acres of
land and provided the necessary hay, corn, silage, wheat, oats,
barley and soybeans and straw to the various Animal Depart-
ments. In addition, the General Agriculture Department had
forty acres of potatoes under cultivation for home consump-
tion and for sale. The General Agriculture Department main-
tained twenty work horses which were used for cultivation,
planting, mowing, spraying, etc.
The Horticulture Department operated approximately fifty
acres of orchards and small fruit planting. In addition, fifty
acres of vegetables and sweet corn were planted for home
consumption and for sale. Most of the fruit and vegetables were
sold at a school-operated roadside market, presently the loca-
tion of the Poultry Diagnostic Laboratory.
The Floriculture and Landscape Gardening Departments
operated 16,000 square feet of Greenhouses and maintained
the campus, formal and informal gardens, a propagation house
and five acre nursery.
The Agricultural Machinery Department maintained, ser-
viced and repaired all machinery, including tractors and imple-
ments drawn by tractors or horses.
The lower level of the Allman Building had an excellent and
well equipped carpentry shop, forge shop and machinery shop.
The ground level of Allman Building was used for storage,
teaching demonstrations and repairs of major farm equipment.
During my years at The National Farm School, only high
school graduates of high moral standing were considered for
admission. A full-time student had to be vigorous and healthy in
order to participate in the rigorous and challenging educational
program. I must add, however, that the School provided special
one-year educational programs for the physically handicapped.
This was in 1939, long before the enactments of Federal Laws
and the genuine concern for the physically handicapped.
All students lived on campus and were housed in Ulman
Hall, Eisner Hall and on the second floors of Segal and Lasker
The first floor of Lasker Hall contained the kitchen and
Dining Hall, while the lower levels of Lasker and Ulman Halls
and the Loucheim Auditorium (gymnasium no longer in exist-
ence) were used for recreational purposes. Segal Hall, Horti-
culture Building, Greenhouses, Straus Dairy Building and
Allman Building contained the classrooms and laboratories.
The educational program consisted of four terms (fifty
weeks) per year for three consecutive years. Such a program
offered the students excellent scientific knowledge and prac-
tical experiences in all phases of agriculture throughout the
entire calendar year. The Terms were as follows: Spring - four-
teen weeks, Summer - eight weeks, Fall - sixteen weeks,
Winter - twelve weeks.
The Spring, Fall and Winter Terms were divided into two
equal sessions, classroom work and supervised practice. The
student body was also divided into two sections, each section
attending classes half of the term and carrying on supervised
practical work during the other half of the term. All students
were engaged in supervised work during the Summer Term.
Consequently, every student participated actively in all phases
of agricultural operations and specialized in his own major
during the Junior and Senior years.
Students were assigned to morning and afternoon "details"
in all Departments. This included feeding and milking dairy
cattle, caring for poultry, horses, beef cattle, sheep and hogs,
harvesting asparagus, cutting flowers, etc. Such practical
experiences were very valuable to all students and particularly
to students from the cities.
All students were expected to assist with various duties,
wait on tables in the Dining Room, unload coal, shovel snow,
distribute mail, painting, minor repairs, etc. The students con-
sidered The National Farm School as their home away from
home and therefore helped in every way possible.
The work was very hard and the hours were long. The stu-
dents who survived and graduated exhibited intellectual capa-
city, tenacity, determination, ability to adjust to difficult situa-
tions and to people and above all — a love for agriculture.
The students participated actively in various intercollegiate
athletic programs, club activities, Glee Club, Band, publica-
tions (Gleaner and Furrow).
The main sports were football, basketball and baseball,
while soccer was a recognized club activity. The Student
Council and the various classes sponsored dances and
concerts at regular intervals. A beautiful Harvest Show was
held in the Fall. The Harvest Show was the precursor of the
present "A" Day.
Discipline and self-discipline were very strict. There were
some problems but they were resolved immediately. Life was
not easy. Every student put forth a tremendous amount of
mental and physical energy and consequently there was no
time for vandalism or nonsense. Hazing was strictly prohibited
but offenders were punished and often ostracized.
There was a definite spirit that permeated the campus. All
students were proud of the School and supported all activities
by being either active participants or cheering spectators.
There was a sense of brotherhood and responsibility.
The campus was immaculate. No trash, no traffic on lawns.
Students did not hesitate to bend over and pick up a branch, or
a soda bottle or paper and place it into an appropriate trash
All students respected the inherent rights of their fellow
students and the rights of the School.
The National Farm School provided the students with an
excellent education and instilled in its students and graduates a
sense of responsibility, good citizenship, cooperation, dedica-
tion, service, respect for human rights, appreciation for the
beauty of nature and the environment and, above all, a love for
the land and agriculture which is an art, a science, a business,
and a way of life. Dr. Joshua Feidstein
Looking Back Thirty Years
OskarH. Larsson, Registrar,
Delaware Valley College
The National Agriculture College that I entered in Septem-
ber of 1948 after a hitch in the Navy was quite different from
the Delaware Valley College of today. Since I had been billeted
during Navy boot training with 130 men in bunk beds spread
three feet apart on one floor of a two-storied barracks building,
being assigned to a six-man corner room on the first floor of
Ulman Hall did not in any way concern me or those of my
roommates who had also been in the armed services. The 150
Ulman Hall students were kept in check most of the time by Mr.
Daniel Miller, the Assistant Dean of Students, who lived in a
second floor apartment with his wife. Several years ago Penn
Hall was re-named Miller Hall in memory of Mr. Miller and his
years of service to the College as it Assistant Dean of Students,
Business Manager and loyal alumnus.
Through the "G.I. Bill" the federal government subsidized
virtually all of the college expenses of World War II veterans.
These men had learned in the service to be conscientious stu-
dents. Dr. Jesse Elson's Chemistry courses stand out in my
mind as probably the toughest in the curriculum. I recall spend-
ing considerable time in the evenings before exams in the Segal
Hall auditorium which could seat 150 students, where several
of the more outstanding members of our class tutored us in
Chemistry and sometimes in Mathematics. Many of us would
then adjourn to the Library for additional study or get up at five
in the morning for some last-minute cramming. It is interesting
to note that the basement of Ulman Hall had a dirt floor and the
only student canteen/store was located in a corner room with a
Hazing was the craze on most college campuses in those
days. Even the veterans went along with it and adhered to the
requirements, that freshmen wear large name signs around
their necks and "beanies" on their heads and recite, on
demand to upperclassmen, the College's rules and regulations.
I recall that the "wise guys" in our class were treated to many
early mornings in the dairy barn's manure pile. Our hazing also
included the stipulation that freshmen walk through the familiar
smell of "Ginkgo Lane" to and from all of their meals in Lasker
Hall Dining Room. Actually, the six week hazing period solid-
ified our class and increased our College spirit.
Although hazing was usually kept under control I do remem-
ber an incident when the premature lighting of the traditional
Homecoming Day bonfire almost ended in tradegy. Freshmen
were required to build and stand guard over a twenty by twenty
pile of wood until it was officially torched on Friday evening of
the Homecoming Day pep rally. On this particular evening a
sophomore poured gasoline over the wood pile and set in on
fire before the freshmen guard could stop him. In the struggle
that ensued the freshman's trousers caught fire and his legs
were badly burned. Orders came down almost immediately
from Dr. James Work prohibiting all future bonfires on campus.
During the late forties and the fifties the College fielded
intercollegiate teams in football, basketball and baseball. I re-
member Charley Keys when he served as head coach of all
three sports and had winning or near-winning seasons in each
of them. Two of our nationally known football coaches in those
days were Hugh Bezdek, formerly the successful head football
coach at Penn State University, and Pete Pihos, a former All-
American from Indiana University and All-Pro end for the Phila-
delphia Eagles. Although the College did not really subsidize
athletics, the records of the varsity teams were good, with a
reasonable number of winning seasons. Along with intercol-
legiate athletics, intramural sports were popular and many of
the student-athletes and the students were also active in the
wide variety of clubs on campus.
Speaking of extracurricular activities, probably the highlight
of the College year was and still is "A" Day, which was first
held in May 1949. I showed a dairy cow, for the Dairy Club in
Allman Building which was used, in those days, for a farm
machinery area with a woodworking and forge shop in the
basement. "A" Day acquainted the public with the College and
afforded the students the opportunity not only to organize the
show, but also to work and to compete in their major fields. Un-
doubtedly, "A" Day had improved the College's image in the
community and has contributed a great deal to enhancing its
reputation throughout Pennsylvania and other states. It also
complements the College's emphasis on learning by doing, a
concept I heartily endorse.
A survey of old College catalogues demonstrates that the
academic program of today has been greatly streamlined and
updated from that of my years as a student. But the overall
educational philosophy that combines theory and practice has
been copied by other institutions of higher learning. I am highly
supportive of the College's philosophy and objectives.
In looking back I can't neglect to discuss the citizenship
grading system, one of the most unique features of the College
during its initial years. Patterned after West Point and Annap-
olis, the citizenship grade ranged from 0.0 to 4.0 and was re-
corded at the end of each semester on each student's perman-
ent record card. Criteria for calculating it included: 1) Faculty
members assigned each student a citizenship grade based on
integrity, attitude, industry and effort. All grades were weighted
in relationship to number of course credits; 2) For every un-
excused absence, students lost .25 of a point; 3) Club presi-
dents awarded a citizenship grade to each club member based
on leadership and interest; and 4) The office of the Dean of
Students assigned each student a citizenship grade based on
integrity, effort and participation in extracurricular activities.
The four component grades were combined into one citizenship
grade. The grade proved effective for the new four year College
and assisted the faculty and administration in observing student
behavior, building character and encouraging the growth of the
whole student. To graduate, students were required to earn a
minimum cumulative citizenship grade of 2.0 matched by a
minimum cumulative academic average of 2.0.
As I look back over thirty years as a student and a College
administrator, I recognize the strengths of a small college like
Delaware Valley College that combines theory and practice and
stresses the importance of each student as an individual. Its
relatively small enrollment offers each student the opportunity
to become involved not only in the classroom, the laboratory,
and actual work experience but also to assume leadership and
participatry roles in athletics and other extracurricular activi-
ties. The success of the College's graduates demonstrate that
Delaware Valley College's objectives are being achieved.
A special word of thanks goes to Dr. Peter Glick who reviewed
The following is the program for each day
Sunday and Monday during the school period:
5:30 A.M., Rising Bell.
5:45 A.M., Details.
6:30 A.M., Breakfast
7:00 A.M., Inspection of Rooms.
7:15 A.M., Drill.
7:45 A.M., Study Period.
8:45 A.M., Chapel.
9:00 A.M. to 12 M., Class Exercises.
12:15 P.M., Dinner.
1:00 to 5:00 P.M., Industrials.
5:00 P.M., Details.
6:00 P.M., Supper.
7:00 to 9:00 P.M., Study Period.
9:45 P.M., Retiring.
Meeting of Farm School Literary Society takes place every
Saturday at 7:30 P.M. Monday is devoted entirely to industrial
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